That cat is actually connected to the Children of the Night?
Phil Gray knew it might have an extraordinary origin, but he never expected it to be this extraordinary!
Could it be the Child of Night who vanished a thousand years ago? Did this deity not perish, but instead transform into a cat and wander among humans?
And what a coincidence that I named it Night!
Could it be that fate is behind all of this?
Phil Gray had countless thoughts and speculations running through his mind, feeling as if he were being manipulated by fate.
What are the gods of fate, the prophets of day, and the children of night up to?
He rubbed his temples, considering going to their divine kingdom to question them, but unfortunately, his own strength limited him, so it remained just a thought.
“One day, I’ll find out what you’re all up to…” Phil Gray whispered, and then he heard an aged voice ring out in his ears, with a sacred rhythm: “True light is not the absence of darkness, but the presence of someone willing to light a lamp for you in the darkness. When the light rises again, when the lamp burns eternally, when God gives you wings, you can cross mountains and seas—”
Before Phil Gray could even complain about the Prophet plagiarizing his lines, he felt a warm force surging down his back, making it itch.
Combining the words of the deity, he seemed to understand the skill he had acquired.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, concentrated, and invoked the skill that had just been bestowed upon him: "Wings of Light!"
The surrounding air seemed to tremble at his call, and strands of golden light gathered from nothingness, wrapping around his shoulders.
Suddenly, he felt a slight tremor in his shoulders, as if something was breaking through the ground.
A moment later, a pair of wings of light unfolded behind him, their feathers shimmering with golden light, each feather containing pure divine power.
"I've grown wings!" Phil Gray exclaimed with delight.
Humanity has never ceased its yearning for the sky, always trying to reach it in various ways. Although the world of Ver is an incredibly magical world, ordinary humans are still confined to the ground. Even those favored by the gods rarely possess the skill of flying and can only fly into the sky through other means, such as riding the Pegasus of the Cult of Dawn. But after all, the feeling of flying into the sky on one's own is completely different from that of using other tools or animals!
He was almost too eager to spread his wings and fly. With a light leap, his body lifted off the ground and soared into the sky.
The elegant and free flight he had imagined did not occur; clearly lacking the talent for flying, his flight appeared clumsy and unstable.
His golden wings flapped in the air, sometimes too forcefully, sometimes too gently, causing his body to rise and fall like a fledgling bird trying to fly for the first time.
He struggled to find his balance, his arms outstretched, feeling the wind and power with each flap of his wings.
Not satisfied with his current flight altitude, he tried to fly higher and faster, and each ascent made his heart race.
His vision broadened, and he could see many islanders kneeling and worshipping the sun, and thin children singing and dancing. He could see the pebbles and stone markers gradually forming lines, and the figures under his feet becoming as small as ants. He could see the stone houses on the island gradually becoming dots in his eyes...
"This feels really good!"
Phil Gray was wondering if he should fly right up to Eli and Ernest, make a cool entrance, and show off his awesome skills!
Before he could make up his mind, a gust of wind blew towards him. He tried to control his wings to maintain his balance, but he accidentally changed direction and was swept away by the airflow towards the temple.
He frantically tried to control his posture in the air, forcing himself to maintain balance and grace.
As he saw familiar figures appear before him, he suddenly felt something was wrong with his wings.
"Oh no, it seems our divine power is about to run out!"
At this crucial moment of his appearance, he felt that the divine power of dawn stored in his body was about to be exhausted, because the wings consumed a lot of divine power and he was not skilled in controlling them, resulting in a lot of waste.
"The Death Stone! Wait..."
Phil Gray intended to extract the divine power from the Death Stone, but then he realized that it contained the divine power of death. If he were to inject it into himself, he would have to convert it first. Moreover, Elder Glen was nearby, and he couldn't reveal the aura of the divine power of death.
Thinking of this, he felt a sense of despair and stopped moving, hoping only that his wings could last a little longer.
As he drew closer to the ground, it seemed a knight noticed him. Looking up at the sky, the knight spotted the Holy Prince flying overhead and appeared to immediately greet those around him.
Eli and Ernest looked up in surprise and waved at him.
He gave an awkward smile, feeling a sudden pang of panic.
Just then, the golden wings gradually faded and disappeared, and Phil Gray fell from the sky in a sorry state, kicking up dust as he landed on the ground.
"Your Highness?"
"Haha, boss, what are you doing?"
The knights gathered around, and Eli noticed him too. Seeing that he was alright, he couldn't stop laughing.
Ernest came over and helped him up, brushing the dust off his clothes, his brown eyes full of smiles.
"Your Highness, are you alright? I think I just saw you flying through the air? Did the gods bestow upon you a new skill?"
Elder Ge Lan walked over and asked with a smile.
It's a bit embarrassing that so many people saw me looking so disheveled.
Phil Gray forced a smile and replied, "Yes, after completing the prophecy of the day prophet, he bestowed upon me a new skill called Wings of Light, which can be used to conjure a pair of wings with divine power. Unfortunately, I'm not very proficient at it yet, so please excuse my poor skills."
"As expected of the chosen holy son of the gods, it has been many years since I have seen anyone master flight-related skills!" Elder Glen exclaimed in admiration. This holy son he had picked up from the Eastern Continent seemed even more outstanding than the domesticated Vincent Holy Son.
However, the thought of the Holy Son Vincent made him feel somewhat depressed. He wondered how the gods would treat those who were possessed, and when they would be able to save those children.
Seeing that Elder Glen's expression suddenly changed, Phil Gray changed the subject: "What should we do with the people on this island?"
“I have informed His Holiness the Pope that he will send people to help the island’s residents rebuild their homes. I have also asked several knights to stay behind to copy the names of the fallen heroes on the stone tablet, and then verify their identities to see if we can contact their descendants.”
Elder Gelan sighed and said.
Phil Gray nodded. "These islanders still need to be properly educated. Although we can understand their pain and helplessness in the darkness, they have indeed committed unforgivable crimes against those poor and innocent followers. We hope they can make amends for what they and their ancestors did."
"Yes, His Majesty will also hold a mourning ceremony for those who sacrificed their lives and make compensation to their descendants. However, Dawn is currently busy with the war, so it may have to wait until things stabilize."
After discussing the island's future for a while, they helped to take stock of the supplies brought by the savior Morton and selected some clever islanders to be in charge of the island's reconstruction.
Since they still had a mission to visit the Cult of Destiny, everyone decided to set off early the next morning.
After a busy afternoon, it was nearly evening. Red sunset clouds hung in the sky, and the sun slowly descended to the horizon.
Some of the island's inhabitants were initially panicked, fearing they would face endless darkness again. Fortunately, Elder Glen and the knights reassured them and described the natural cycle of sunrise and sunset in the outside world, which put the islanders at ease.
Phil Gray walked over to Morton, who was leaning against a rock, looking somewhat forlorn. He was looking up at the sky, lost in thought.
Upon seeing Phil Gray's arrival, Morton asked, "Have you decided what kind of payment you want?"
His voice sounded weak; perhaps he was just struggling to stay afloat, waiting for them to complete the deal.
Phil Gray felt a pang of pity. A divine being was about to perish, and yet, in order to increase his own power, he had to make such a despicable request.
"Hurry up and tell me, or I'm afraid I won't be able to pay you if I wait any longer," Morton said with a smile, and Phil Gray could hear the relaxation and relief in his voice.
"After you die, I want to take a part of your body—your right hand."
Phil Gray spoke softly, his expression solemn and dignified, trying his best to appear as a respectable person.
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